He was still her antinous , her apollo even ; his sickly face was beautiful as the morning to her affectionate regard on this day no less than when she first beheld him ; for was it not the face of the one man on earth who had loved her purely , and who had believed in her as pure 他仍然是他的安提诺俄斯，甚至是她的阿波罗他那张满是病容的脸，今天在她爱情的眼光看来，还是和她第一次见到他的时候一样，像黎明一样美丽，因为在这个世界上，只有这个人的脸曾经纯洁地爱过她，也只有这个人相信她是一个纯洁的人。
